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That one song………

Every now and again I hear a song and something about it just moves me. Is it the words? I dont know. Is it the music? I dont know. All that I know is that everything about it combined together just works for me. Love this song and band. Small group from New Zealand who are going to blow up one day and I thought I would spread the word before they do.

Broods. Check them out if you can.

Most amazing song. It really pulls on my heart stings, whatever that means. Your mom has heart strings.

 

 

Turn down for what?

Well I can name a few things. How about:
Turn down for bed
Turn Down for work
Turn down for cleaning
Turn down so your neighbors dont get mad at you
Turn down for church
Turn down for eating
Turn down for taking your dog to the dog park
Etc.

I have heard this damn song so much that it makes me miss Gangnam Style. So a little about me…..I love music. I am currently in a music slump so any suggestions would be helpful. I just bought tickets to see my favorite band in Oakland in a few short weeks. Interpol. I cant wait. I also just bought my mom Rascal Flatts tickets for her birthday so that should be fun. I am going to rent a limo and the whole nine. I also have a few Dave Matthews shows to go to later this year but I am kinda over them. I have seen them about 50 times now so you can see why. I still like DMB but I enjoy other music so much more. My most favorite thing I am doing this summer/Oct is ACL(Austin City Limits). I have never even been to Texas before let alone a music festival there. I am super excited and I cant wait to just stroll around and get lost. If you have any tips or places that I must see and get drunk at please let me know.

If you have an album from beginning to end is a must have, please let me know. I am down to try anything at this point and I trust you since you have read this far.

Turn down for traffic

Its a small world after all

After my last week’s rant about how big the world is………..This happens.

Monday morning my phone rings…….It’s my cousin.

“You are never going to believe this,” he says.

Laughing, “What’s up?”

“Ok, so my manager was just in Minnesota for a conference and was flying home. He decided to fly to San Jose to go to some seminar there for a quick over nighter. He told me when he landed he wasn’t even sure where he was going to stay, but he found a Marriot in the heart of downtown San Jose. He was by himself and wanted to grab a drink so he went across the street to a restaurant called “Original Joes”.

It’s an Italian restaurant that’s been around forever. Anyway……….

He continued with his story, “You have to know that my manager will meet anyone and everyone. He can go anywhere alone and leave with 20 friends. He is that type of guy. He goes into the bar and there isn’t much happening. The crowd was light and he sat down at the bar. Ordered his drink and sipped it while chatting with the guy next to him. The guy was a bit older and seemed like a cool person. My manager said it was a little dead for his taste and asked the guy next to him for a better bar/restaurant. The guy said, ‘Well there is a place next door that is pretty fun with a lot of younger people who work there. I will take you there.’

“So my manager goes with this guy to “the Grille on the alley” which is a nice restaurant connected to the Fairmont Hotel. He walks in and for some reason, everyone knows this guy and everyone was coming up to him talking to him and hugging him. He thought nothing of it, and the two of them had a couple of drinks”.

My cousin hears all of this thinking. Wow, this sounds way too familiar, and continues to listen to him.

“So then the guy my manager was with begins to talk about his daughter and grandkids.  They exchange stories for about an hour or so until the guy he was with says that he has to go. He liked to be home and fed by 6:30 every night. My manager tried to convince him to have another, but he was certain that he was done for the evening. My manager said that he really appreciated him taking the time to show him around while he was here and they parted ways.”

Here is Monday morning and my cousin’s manager is telling my cousin this story and he is thinking…..NO way. “Wait, what did this guy look like? Can you describe him?”

“Ya, he was an older guy with grey hair and dark……Well, hold on a sec. I took a picture with him in my phone”…….He shows the phone to my cousin.

It was my dad.

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